Rafa Nadal has cut his title drought and returned to winning.
Last weekend he won the Monte Carlo Masters tournament for the sixth time in a row.
Reading about his win got me to thinking about the quest to win.
Is winning everything?
In professional sport I guess the matter of winning is clear.
But in life?
What is the matter/substance of winning in life? There are no tournaments in life, are there?
Many posts ago I wrote here, after my India sojourn, that I was OK with not achieving/winning everything I set out to do so many many moons ago.
But it is not that clear cut. Is it?
Every now and then I want to believe that there is time even as the goal line grows more distant.
Perhaps I have forgotten how to win, or worse, what to win.